RedBoy07

After years of grinding to build his business, a young entrepreneur is on the verge of securing a life-changing $200,000 investment. But just as success is within his grasp, fate screws him over—violently. Caught in the middle of a gang shootout, he takes a bullet to the chest and dies before he can even sign the deal. That should’ve been the end. Instead, he wakes up in a strange, ancient cavern, his soul forcefully reincarnated as the last surviving member of an extinct race—the Veyl’Zar, a people feared and erased from history for one reason: their absolute dominion over probability itself. Luck, fate, causality—his new existence defies all of it. But power comes with danger. Before he can even grasp the full extent of his abilities, he's hunted by the remnants of the past—ancient guardians, lost civilizations, and forces that ensured his kind never returned. Surviving means adapting, outplaying destiny itself, and uncovering why his race was erased in the first place. In a world where chance is everything, he doesn’t just roll the dice—he rigs the entire game.

Lawbreaker—an ability that defies the very fabric of reality. Kaito Arakawa can erase the laws of physics themselves, bending existence to his will for brief moments. But for all his power, life has never been kind to him. His mother died giving birth to him, a tragedy that shattered his father beyond repair. Not with anger, but with indifference. Kaito was never beaten, never screamed at—but he was never loved, either. His father, once a brilliant scientist, buried himself in work, barely acknowledging the son he blamed for his loss. No warm words, no guiding hand—just cold neglect and a house that never felt like home. Growing up alone, Kaito learned that power meant nothing if no one cared. He honed his Quirk in secret, not for heroism or villainy, but for control—over his life, over his fate. If the world had no place for him, he'd carve one out himself. But in a society built on rules, how long can someone who breaks them truly stand? [Keep this in mind while reading: NO Logic, ONLY Magic.]

In Musutafu City, Japan, a world where strength is defined by quirks, Izuku Midoriya is an ordinary boy with an extraordinary heart, living under the shadow of his childhood friend-turned-bully, Katsuki Bakugo. Though quirkless and often the target of Katsuki’s cruelty, Izuku never stops dreaming of becoming a hero. But everything changes one fateful afternoon at the playground when, against all odds, he awakens a power never seen before—a quirk known as Chronos. Yet the question remains: Does Chronos make him stronger, or will time itself break him before he can prove his worth? In a world where quirks define fate, Izuku Midoriya is about to challenge the limits of destiny itself.

In a metropolis like New York City, it's easy to blend in. But for 16-year-old Franklin Rogers, being ordinary was never an option. Born with a mysterious gift he barely comprehended, Franklin had always kept his extraordinary abilities hidden from the world. That all changed when S.H.I.E.L.D. took notice of him, and a bald man who lost an eye noticed him, his name was Nick Fury. [Due to feedback from a hater, I must tell you, this is a lot of comedy and slice of life, not too much action. May seem boring or fun depending on you. The MC is just a troll.]

An unremarkable man, burdened by the redundancy of his daily life, is inexplicably thrust into the body of Bruce Banner. The cover is not mine. I don't own Marvel, or else, I wouldn't be doing this shit.

I woke up in a prison cell, my head pounding and my memories a mist. I couldn't remember a damn thing— how I got there, and certainly not the faces of the guards who sneered as they passed. All I knew was what they told me: that I had wiped out my own village. Ruthlessly. Alone. None of it made sense. If I was capable of such a massacre, why couldn’t I remember? Every night, I stared at the cracked ceiling, trying to piece together a past that felt like it belonged to someone else. The guards whispered about me. "Monster," they called me. And yet, a small voice in the back of my mind kept screaming—This isn't right. This isn't who I am.

Oh hello, you must be thinking "Who's balls did he have to fondle to be written about", I can't really tell you but it rhymes with RVA.... just kidding, HAHAHAAHHAHA!

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